It's very interesting that you brought this thread back to the top b/c the following article popped up in my inbox today. Since it is fairly long, then I will just quickly say that I can not condone the usage of the "N-Word" in any form from anyone. I have heard the arguments regarding the spelling of the word as well as those saying that we need to take ownership and change the meaning of the word. However, for myself and those around me, I feel it is a slap in the face to my ancestors to make light of a word carried so much pain and hurt for so many years.
Marie
A Hip Hop Clothing Store Called 'Nigger'
My name is David Sylvester and I recently completed a charitable bicycle
trip in Africa, riding over 7000 miles from Cairo, Egypt to Cape Town, South
Africa . The trip made me the first and only African American to cross two
continents on a bicycle. I have plenty of great and fascinating stories.
Many are funny, others bittersweet, some are poignant, but all are
entertaining. Surprisingly one story has stood out and if it was not for the
fact that I have a picture of it, many would never believe it. and it is for
that reason that I am sharing it with you.
While in Lilongwe, Malawi, I came across a store by the name of "Niggers"
---that's right " Niggers"! The other riders, who were all white, could not
wait to inform me of this to see my reaction. Initially, I thought that it
was a very bad joke but when the other riders were adamant about the
existence of the store, I had to see it for myself.
What I found was a store selling what the owner called 'hip hop' style
clothing . It was manned by two gentlemen --- one of them asleep! (Talk
about living up to or in this case down to a stereotype) I asked the guys
what was up with the store name. After hearing my obvious non - Malawian
accent and figuring out that I was from America, the man thumped his chest
proudly and said "P-Diddy New York City! we are the niggers!"
My first reaction was to laugh, because many things when isolated can be
very funny, but it quickly dawned on me that this was so not funny at all.
It was pathetic. I did these bicycle trips across the USA and through the
'Mother -Land' in honor of one of my good friends, mentors and fellow
African American, Kevin Bowser, who died on 9/11. Here I am, a black man
riding across the world on his bicycle in honor of another black man, riding
'home' and what do I see?? Some Africans calling themselves Niggers! They
were even so proud of it they put it on their store front to sell stuff.
When I relay the story to folks back home in Philadelphia, most of them
laugh too and rationalize it by saying 'well, we can say it to each other'
or 'there is a difference' or even 'they just spelled it wrong. It should
have been 'nigga's' or 'niggah's' Gee like that would make a difference.
The issue is not the spelling. I was wrong. We are wrong. There is no
justification for an infraction of this magnitude. The word and the
sentiment behind it is Flat out wrong! We have denigrated and degraded
ourselves to the point that our backwards mindset has spread like a cancer
and infected our source, our brothers, our sisters, our Mother Land. I have
traveled all over the world and have never seen a store by the name of "Jew
Devils", 'spic bastards' , 'muff divin''' dykes' or anything like that- Only
the store niggers!
I am to blame for this. Every time I said the word I condoned it, by not
correcting others or rationalizing it gave it respectability, by looking the
other way when others said 'hey nigga what's up' allowed others to see it
and ultimately that when I purchase CDs, DVDs, T-shirts and other stuff, I
enriched it. I now see the error in my ways and I am so so sorry black men
and women. The flame that we called entertainment, that was only to warm and
entertain us, now engulfs us and scorches our own self esteem. If a child
only knows to refer to men and women as niggers, bitches, pimps and hoes,
then what is he/she to grow up thinking of themselves and others as he/she
gets older?
This is no joke you can see my site
www.contribute2.org/<
http://www.contribute2.org/> and read some more
stories. The bottom line is this I rode over 12000 miles on 2 continents
through 15 states and 13 countries and broke 2 bikes in the process to get
to a store in AFRICA called niggers. I am willing to step and admit my part
in the havoc that we have wrought on our mindset but I think that We all are
to blame.
I finish with 4 things:
if you don't like being called a nigger, bitch, faggot, dyke, spic, Jew dog,
wop, towel head or anything of that ilk- then THINK. THINK before you speak
those words, write those lyrics, support that rhetoric and most of all THINK
before you purchase! Purchasing is akin to compliance- I may like the beats
and rhythms of some songs but I can not support it any more. You rappers are
intelligent- find another word to describe your selves